J.A. Konrath says that writers who utilize Starbucks are mere wanna be’s, but speaking as a writer who sometimes grows weary of the same old walls of her home office, I say,
“God bless Starbucks.”
I would also like to lay a round of blessings on my local library too because I have logged a number of writing hours there – where the wireless is free and, mostly, reliable.
I am not certain what makes Starbucks the particular domain of “wanna be” writers. The paying for Internet or the fact that there is a certain amount of “Hey, look at me. I’m writing. Ask me what I am writing!! Nope, it’s a novel.” Silent reverence to follow after polite inquiry.
I just like that someone else is making my tea for me and on rare occasions there is a baked delectable that might not give me a tummy ache I can treat myself to. Nothing sinister or poser there, right?
Now that winter is over (let’s all knock as much wood as we can reach, okay?), I need a change of scenery for my inattention to the world at large. I really am not focusing on the environment when I write although at some level I am aware it is not my house.
And that is the point. To be somewhere like a normal person with a job. Having a career you can do in the comfy of your snuggly bathrobe is wonderful, but sometimes, a person needs to be out in the world even if you aren’t really totally aware of it.
Soon the deck will be done and I can add it to my list of alternative office space, but in the meantime, don’t diss me because I like to put on clothes and go write at the local coffee shop once in a while.